A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World - Chapter 133

Chapter 133: I’d Never Mess With Her

Brandli was now admired by many young magic casters, but back in the day, nothing had excited magic casters more than the fights between Krassu and Urien.

A ranged magic caster and a melee one. Magic casters had been divided into two different branches because of them. The fights between them had been eye-catching events.

Unfortunately, Urien suddenly disappeared 20 years ago, which was a shame for many people because they couldn’t watch their fantastic fights anymore.

Today, however, Brandli was almost certain that ice and fire had met again, based on Barzel’s account. He was surprised to find them here, in Chaos City, and that their fight had lasted such a short time.

And they went into the same restaurant after the fight?

Brandli paused for a moment, and turned to Barzel. “How did it start?”

“I think they were fighting over a dish called tofu pudding, judging from their talk,” Barzel replied with a strange look on his face. “And they took the restaurateur’s daughter on as their disciple.”

“Impossible!” the old man exclaimed. Perhaps too loudly, from the look his subordinate gave him. He shook his head and lowered his voice. “The Lord of Ice would never share a disciple with the Lord of Fire.” Barzel saw surprise in his eyes.

“But I saw it with my own eyes, if they are what you say they are,” Barzel said, wondering why the usually calm Brandli had suddenly lost his cool.

The old man calmed himself down quickly. “Go. Even the Lord of Gray Temple will have to treat those two as equals if I’m right. This incident is above our pay grade. Fix the square tomorrow. Say nothing of what we’ve discussed today.”

Barzel nodded. “Yes.” Then he left with his men.

Brandli looked at the restaurant, and hesitated for a moment. Then, he straightened his robe and walked towards the door, nervous and expectant like a girl before meeting her idol.

The door opened with a “ding”, revealing to him that the room was almost full.

He looked around, and fixed his eyes on the two tables near the counter.

Each table was occupied by an old man: one wore a white robe and had a short white beard, and the other was hunchbacked and clad in a black robe. No one shared their tables.

It must be them. Brandli stopped and watched their backs, moisture glittering faintly in the corners of his eyes.

They represent an era of magic. Never thought I’d see them eating together, although not at the same table. No one would believe this.

Then he spied Amy. The half-elf girl. He took a seat, and ordered something random from the menu.

…

Sargeras walked in with Kiel and Mond. “Good morning, Miya,” he said, smiling.

Yabemiya smiled back and nodded. “Good morning. Roujiamo?”

She knew Sargeras by now. His bald head and lava cracks were frightening, but she found him pretty nice. He was always smiling, and only ate roujiamo.

Sargeras nodded with a smile. “Yes. Five for me and three for each of them.”

The young waitress nodded. “Okay. Please wait a moment.” Then she turned to walk to the kitchen.

The restaurant was almost full, and only the table by the door was unoccupied—Sargeras’ favorite table.

“I like her smile,” Kiel said with a grin. It was the first time he had seen such an innocent smile.

Mond nodded his agreement. “And she is very pretty. She’s much better-looking than the broads in our tribe.” He grabbed a chair, and was about to sit down. “They have chairs here. Why do you bring your own?” he asked curiously, looking at the chair in Sargeras’ hand.

“You’ll see why in a minute,” Sargeras said with an enigmatic smile. “Stand up when you eat. You don’t want to break anything here,” he warned seriously.

“Yes.” Kiel and Mond didn’t understand, but they didn’t need to. They only needed to obey what Sargeras had told them, like they had done many years ago.

Some customers nearby edged away from them nervously as they watched the three demons take their seats. Many regulars had seen Sargeras too often to be unnerved. They knew that the demon came here at least twice a day and always sat at the same table, and they were well aware of his remarkable flames.

He hadn’t got into a fight with anybody, at least not in this restaurant.

“Keep your voice down in the restaurant, Big Bald Head,” a childish voice called out from the counter. The restaurant fell silent suddenly. Many turned to look at Sargeras, including Krassu and Urien.

Kiel’s face darkened, and he was about to spring to his feet. “Who the—”

“Don’t!” Sargeras covered his stupid mouth swiftly. He smiled at Amy, and said, “I will.”

Amy was holding Ugly Duckling in her arms. When she saw the other two demons, her eyes lit up. “Bald Head No. 2 and No. 3!”

Sargeras inclined his head. “Nice nicknames.”

Amy nodded happily. “I know, right?” The three bald heads were just like three light bulbs.

Sargeras took his hand away. “Do you think you skull is thicker than that dragon’s?”

Kiel’s eyes went wide, and he swallowed in terror. He stole a glance at Amy, who was playing with a cat and a bird. “Boss, is that the owner’s daughter you talked about?” he whispered.

Sargeras nodded. “Yes. And she should be that magic caster’s disciple now.” Even he had to address her politely.

Mond swallowed. “I’d never mess with her. That’s suicide.”

Mag heard Sargeras’ voice, and was surprised to find three demons there when he turned to look. Looks like he has brought his friends here with him. It was only a matter of time before he formed his Burning Legion now.